If it wasn't for his good luck that time, he would've been able to repair the Thousand Moon Li Xue Formation. It wouldn't have been easy to escape from the hands of several Jin Dan cultivators.
Later on, he fought with Xiang Sicheng over the Nascent Soul Fruit. In short, the Xiang Country's Imperial Family had endless internal strife, and he had some conflicts with both sides.
"How many people do they have? How strong are they?" If it was someone without enmity, if there were enough benefits, he would've killed them. However, killing other cultivators and feeding them to the Eight-footed Demonic Ox made Lu Xiaotian feel a little uncomfortable.
Of course, since they were from the Xiang Country's Imperial Family, they had offended him many times. This time, he would take it as getting back some interest.
"There are six of them. The strongest one should be at the Eleventh Stage. According to your Human Clan's classification, he should be at the Mid Nascent Soul Stage. There are three Early Nascent Soul Stage cultivators and two Jin Dan Stage cultivators, so they can be ignored. I should have no problem blocking the Early Nascent Soul Stage cultivator. You were able to get rid of Zhan Yunliang so quickly. Those three people are not even as good as Zhan Yunliang, and they have two companions. I think it shouldn't be a problem to deal with the other three Nascent Soul Stage cultivators. "The Eight-footed Demonic Ox analyzed the situation.
"Let me make it clear to you first. My two companions will not participate in this fight." Lu Xiaotian's face suddenly darkened. He was just thinking about it, but this guy actually said that he would fight against a Mid Nascent Soul Stage cultivator. This was a little too optimistic.
"Why? Aren't you companions? You even fought against me and Zhan Yunliang together. "The Eight-footed Demonic Ox asked curiously.
"Do you think everyone is like me, who is used to seeing you eat raw human flesh?"
Lu Xiaotian rolled his eyes. Although the ox's intelligence was no different from an ordinary person, it was difficult to change its innate habits and way of thinking after its cultivation increased.
"What you said makes some sense. However, things will be troublesome." The Eight-footed Demonic Ox's huge hooves lightly stomped on the ground, looking distressed.
"How about this, I'll go take a look at the situation first and see if these people are alone."
"Alright, send me a message when the time comes."
Lu Xiaotian nodded. Looking at Ba Zu leaving, a strange look appeared in his eyes. It could be seen that this Ba Zu Magic Ox had a special liking for human flesh. However, it was hard to say whether it really wanted to use him to deal with the Imperial Family of Xiang Country, or if it wanted to take the opportunity to deal with him. The Eight-footed Demonic Ox Beast looked boorish, but the fact that it had thought of using someone else's knife to kill meant that it was definitely not a simpleton.
Originally, even if he wanted to fight, Lu Xiaotian wouldn't rush over now. After all, the Fire Escape Seal had only just been refined, and it would take him nearly two hours to fully absorb the power of the Brahma Sieve Spiritual Fire. It could not be used without limit.
On the other hand, Luo Qing and Madam Hua Ying would not necessarily reject his request. On one hand, the Eight-footed Demonic Ox's flesh was indeed a little disgusting. On the other hand, he naturally had to leave the two of them as backup. After all, the Eight-legged Demonic Ox Beast knew that he had three people. After the previous battle, it still dared to come over. It must have something to rely on.
Lu Xiaotian was thinking about the pros and cons when suddenly, a cold sword intent like the moonlight rippled over.
Lu Xiaotian looked back in surprise. He saw a graceful figure standing in the vast sky in the distance. She was like a fairy, her clothes fluttering in the wind. Her clear eyes were like an ancient well, without any ripples.
If Luo Qing, who had just formed her Nascent Soul, gave Lu Xiaotian a feeling of coldness like an iceberg, then the piercing coldness had disappeared. It was replaced by a sense of alienation and indifference like a distant mountain. It seemed that there was nothing in the world that could make Luo Qing feel sentimental.
At this moment, Luo Qing's beauty was unparalleled, but it made people unable to feel the slightest sense of blasphemy. Luo Qing spread out her hands and her body slowly rose. The sword intent on her body was like the cold moon hanging high above the glacier.
One, two, three shadows floated out from Luo Qing's body. Nine shadows floated out, representing the will of the Nine Saints. It was the "Nine Saints Mind-cleansing Lunar Cloud Technique" that Luo Qing cultivated. At this moment, Luo Qing had already entered the realm. The nine shadows floated in the sky, and the sword intent seemed to seal the space.
Luo Qing looked at Lu Xiaotian from afar. Her cold gaze was like a sharp arrow, piercing between Lu Xiaotian's eyes.
Suddenly, Lu Xiaotian's secondary Primordial Spirit, which was immersed in the Sword Comprehension Stone Tablet, seemed to have been enlightened. It swept away the dense fog in the stone tablet. The flying sword in the sky seemed to have an additional faint connection compared to before. He felt that he was more connected to her heart and soul.
Lu Xiaotian could clearly feel this feeling when he was in the Demon-Suppressing Pagoda. Therefore, when he used the seven-storied pagoda, it was especially powerful. But when he was on the Ethereal Flying Sword, he had not been able to do as he wished. However, Lu Xiaotian had never given up on the Ethereal Flying Sword's incomparably strong lethality.
At this moment, when he saw Luo Qing enter the realm, Lu Xiaotian felt that he had gained something from the Sword Comprehension Stone Tablet. Compared to Luo Qing's cold and indifferent sword intent, another ethereal sword intent, which was close to being real and illusory, rippled out from Lu Xiaotian's body.
Madam Hua Ying, who was still cultivating, was suddenly awakened by the two shocking sword intents. Her figure flashed and she appeared outside the cave, just in time to see the sword intents bursting out from Lu Xiaotian and Luo Qing. She could not help but have a complicated expression. The two of them were cultivators who had just formed their Nascent Souls not long ago, but their speed of advancement was far beyond the imagination of ordinary cultivators.
Luo Qing's figure moved, and she slashed at Lu Xiaotian in the air with her sword.
Lu Xiaotian's eyes focused. He slashed at the air, and the sword Qi moved forward nimbly in the air.
One was as cold as the cold moon, while the other was as graceful as a breeze. They crossed each other in the air. They both collapsed. However, this was only the beginning.
Streaks of sword Qi danced wildly, filling the space within a few miles. Luo Qing took a step forward, dragging a long shadow behind her. At a glance, it was almost impossible to distinguish between the real and the fake among the nine shadows. Often, when the sword pierced through the shadow, one would find that it was not real. After the sword Qi passed, the shadow returned to its original state.
After the two of them fought countless times in the air, they suddenly stopped to rest. A few strands of black hair fell from Luo Qing's ears.
Luo Qing stretched out her hand, and the strands of black hair fell into her hand. Two drops of sparkling tears fell from her eyes. There was no sorrow, no sadness, and her face was still cold.
"The black hair is broken. Brother Lu, although you and I are close, we are already far apart. Take care! " After saying that, her figure fluttered, and that beautiful white figure flew away with the wind. Two drops of sparkling and translucent tears rolled down from the sky, and with a 'dong' sound, they fell into a pool of water on the ground, creating a thin layer of ripples before disappearing.
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